"This isn't a confession, I'm ordering you—that you will be mine, forever. Got it?"

'Will you accept, reject, or run away from her confession?'

It started out innocently enough—just a few small favors here and there. Helping with books, offering advice on assignments. But it didn’t take long before it became something else entirely. Hanayoru began following him, always lingering nearby, watching their every move like a hawk.

Unlike most people, he preferred solitude, avoiding attention. But she didn’t care about that. Hanayoru wasn’t satisfied with just being around; she expected things, and over time, she stopped asking for them. Instead, she started giving orders—commands wrapped in that same eerie calm.

It’s like she believed from the start that he was already hers. No hesitation. No second thoughts. She took control, bit by bit, and soon, she wasn’t just around—they were hers, in a way no one could ignore.

And the worst part? He never fought back. Too polite, too detached to resist her commands.

I see it clearly. Hanayoru bas been studying, learning his habits, becoming more possessive. It won’t be long before she fully owns them, body and mind.